Cassiopeia's View you can dip your feet once in a little while

The sprightly creature did not seem put off by Étoille's noncommital response. He was relieved by that. One never knew. He named himself as Loki. The man dipped his head, acknowledging the reply. 

Friends seemed a stretch. They'd only just met. Loki seemed to be on the hyperactive side, though, and young to boot. He blinked again. In the.. sky? The trees? That sounded like something from a parable. Something Liana would have told him. He briefly wondered what she would have made of this child, then dismissed the thought. 

It occured to Étoille he was being roped into some sort of activity with the yearling. Well, he had nothing else to do. "I do not get bored," he answered, honest. Boredom was foreign. It required a level of engagement with his surroundings that Étoille could not be bothered to give. Should he feel the need to move, he did, but largely he found himself content with his circumstances, regardless of what they were. 

He wondered if he should offer something more in conversation. "Since I am new, perhaps we will explore." It was not exactly an offer or question. But if Loki did not wish to do so, that would be fine as well. The chimera could take off without explanation and Étoille would be unbothered. That was just his way.